Passengers On The 7 Train Stuck For 20 Minutes In Smoke Filled Cars
NBC New York – A Queens-bound train on the subway’s No. 7 line filled with smoke Monday night near Grand Central Terminal, forcing the train to be evacuated and disrupting service for several hours, MTA officials say. The MTA says a conductor in 7 train bound for Queens heard a pop just before it went into a tunnel at around 11 p.m. Afterward, smoke began spreading through the train and the power was shut off. The train sat near the tunnel for about 20 minutes before before it reversed course and went back to Grand Central, where passengers were able to disembark. Straphangers on the train posted photos of fellow passengers covering their faces with shirts and tweeted about smoke inside the cars. The MTA says that while riders might have smelled the smoke, they were in no danger and that fans were running during the entire stoppage. After the train returned, FDNY crews worked the scene for several hours before clearing out at about 2 a.m. Tuesday. No injuries were reported. Service on the line between Times Square and Hunters Point Avenue in Long Island City was suspended for about an hour and a half while firefighters and MTA crews worked. Service resumed with delays early on Tuesday. The cause of the smoke is under investigation.
You know what the worst part about being stuck on this car would be? The overwhelming smell of poop. Because make no mistake about it, everyone on this subway shit their pants. Every. Single. One. And I don’t blame them. If I was on the 7 and we were stuck and the car filled up with mysterious gas I’d pee, poop and then probably pass out on the spot. I’ve seen enough action thrillers to know how vulnerable we are when we’re underground. The terrorists have probably seen those movies too. There’s no fucking way my first thought is “Ya know, I bet this is just a minor malfunction. We’ll probably turn around and get right back off at Grand Central.” I’m automatically assuming this is poison gas or the tunnels have collapsed and we’re gonna need to make it out like Stallone in Daylight. I’d be trying to smash windows to escape and having a complete meltdown with a big dump in my pants.
Would have been mortifying when the train backed up like 100 feet and everyone quietly exited the train and I’m there white as a ghost, sweating bullets with piss pants on. You betta believe I’d be suing the city for all sorts of emotional distress.